Tom Fitzmorris's Hungry Town: A Culinary History of New Orleans, the City Where Food Is Almost Everything
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Tom Fitzmorris covers the New Orleans food scene like powdered sugar covers a beignet. For more than forty years he’s written a weekly restaurant review, but he’s best known for his long-running radio talk show devoted to New Orleans restaurants and cooking.
In Tom Fitzmorris’s Hungry Town, Fitzmorris movingly describes the disappearance of New Orleans’s food culture in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina—and its triumphant comeback, an essential element in the city’s recovery. He leads up to the disaster with a history of New Orleans dining prior, including the opening of restaurants by big-name chefs like Paul Prudhomme and Emeril Lagasse. Fitzmorris’s coverage of the heroic return of his beloved city’s chefs after Katrina highlights the importance of local cooking traditions to a community. The book also includes some of the author’s favorite local recipes and numerous sidebars informed by his long career writing about the Big Easy.
“New Orleanians are passionate about a lot of things, especially food! Nobody understands this better than Tom Fitzmorris. In Hungry Town, Tom gives readers insight into this amazing and one-of-a-kind city, and shows how food and the restaurant industry helped the city to survive and thrive after Katrina.” —Emeril Lagasse, chef, restaurateur, and TV host
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5New Orleans is about food and music, and Tom Fitzmorris has long been New Orleans' premier food critic. In this book he shares the history of New Orleans' most famous restaurants, both big (e.g., the Brennan family and Commander's Palace) and small. The book spans both pre- and post-Katrina. It includes many of his favorite recipes; the one for barbecue shrimp is to die for. He also has a daily three-hour radio show entitled Food Talk" which is devoted to food and takes calls from listeners. You can listen to the Saturday show live on WWL's website, which also archives his older shows as podcasts. I'd rank this book a notch above [Gumbo Tales] by Roahan, another great book about New Orleans food. If you are planning a trip to New Orleans, this book will guide you to the newest great restaurants and the obscure dives known only to locals.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Oh I love New Orlean's, never been, but reading anything about it is fun , this book was all about the restaurants and food of the people. It was a great book to read on a snowy day in New England
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book starts off as the story of a food writer/radio guy. The author talks about New Orleans food and the food scene. The second half is about the way Hurricane Katrina affected New Orleans, the restaurants, the author, and the food scene. It is a story that is very different form other accounts of the Hurricane and it is both interesting and hunger-inducing!
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Tom Fitzmorris's Hungry Town - Tom Fitzmorris
Commander’s Palace. It took more than a year to repair the antebellum building after Katrina.
CHAPTER ONE
The Pleasures of Hard Times
EXPOSED TO THE ELEMENTS
New Orleans is like your first raw oyster. You must suspend your squeamishness and take it on its own terms to enjoy it. If you keep your distance, you’ll never get it. If you go for it, though, you will be rewarded with the fulfillment of lust. Lust is an urge you need to have to live in this city successfully. Without lust, you’re probably better off living somewhere else.
No matter what else you think or hear, the central lust in New Orleans is for eating. Passionate eaters recognize that about the city almost as soon as they arrive. The same way they do in Italy, France, and Spain, and for the same reasons.
Some people who love New Orleans might hesitate to credit something as quotidian as food with having so much magnetism. But not long ago some very convincing proof that food is almost everything was put before us. For New Orleanians, it was an extreme example of what we feel when we travel to another place and realize that the people there don’t cook the way we do. We begin to itch to get back.
People who were living in New Orleans in the summer of 2005 will talk about what happened then for the rest of their lives. I was, and I will. Those of us who survived Hurricane Katrina (and many didn’t; it was as bad as the television coverage made it look), those of us who love living in New Orleans, wondered what force possibly could pull our city and our lives back together.
To our surprise and delight, that force was provided in almost unbelievable measure by cooks, restaurants, gumbo, poor boy sandwiches, soft-shell crabs, and our love of eating together.
I should have known. I’ve spent my entire adult life eating, thinking about eating, writing about eating, and talking about eating. But every time I think about the role our unique culinary culture played after Katrina, I shake my head and grin.
My first inkling that something wonderful was about to happen came on October 12, 2005, with an e-mail from a reader of my Web site: I saw in your newsletter that you’re back in town. My wife and I have a reservation for eight o’clock at Restaurant August. She said that even though we don’t really know you, you really ought to join us and our son as our guest. Please say yes!
How could I say no? I’d just returned to New Orleans after six weeks of post-Katrina evacuation—my longest absence since I was born on Mardi Gras 1951. I was home alone while my wife and two teenage children remained evacuated in Washington, DC.
Downtown New Orleans was still a bizarre mix of familiarity and chaos. I parked my car on a sidewalk behind a fire hydrant on Gravier Street, just off Tchoupitoulas. The New Orleans Police Department was in disarray and wasn’t paying the slightest attention to even flagrant parking violators. Across the street was Restaurant August, a primary contender for the title of best restaurant in town since it had opened in 2001.
I opened the door and pushed into the crowded bar. Every face I saw was familiar to me. Some were friends, some prominent New Orleanians, some both. Most of the men wore jackets and ties, as did I. The women were dressed beautifully.
For the next ten or fifteen minutes, we all gave each other the Katrina hug.
In those days, that’s how we said, My God! You’re still alive!
Since well over a thousand people died as a result of the storm, the hug was given and received in earnest. After disengaging from it, we traded stories of our situations, knowing that we could go on for hours. Meanwhile, I scanned the room for my hosts. I saw three people I didn’t recognize sitting in the corner of the bar. I figured it had to be them.
It was. They had a bottle of Veuve Clicquot open and a glass of it poured for me by the time I elbowed my way over to them. I gave these strangers the Katrina hug, and we began a (lengthy) dinner that will never fade from my memory.
I’ve had more than a few unforgettable dinners. I started writing about them in college, and I never quit. It became my life’s work, distributed mostly in print and on the radio, but in practically every other medium too. What most engages me, in work and play, is the food of New Orleans. I love it passionately—as did these new friends who’d invited me to dinner. As compelling as our Katrina conversation was, they also wanted to talk about food.
We remained in the bar for more than an hour past our reservation time. When we were finally admitted to the dining room, another forty or fifty acquaintances needed the Katrina hug and a few words before I could sit down. After that, fifteen or twenty minutes more passed before a young woman wearing a Restaurant August T-shirt—not the standard uniform of the restaurant by a long shot—walked up, smiling and perspiring. Welcome to August!
she said. I’m Debbie, and I’ll be your waitress tonight. I’m glad you have something to drink, because the next time you see me will be in about a half hour! Bye!
We looked at one another and laughed. Octavio Mantilla, one of the owners of the restaurant, had warned us about this. Restaurant August typically has two dozen servers and busboys in the dining room and eleven cooks in the kitchen. That night, serving more customers than the restaurant could really hold, there were just three servers and two cooks; the whereabouts and fates of the absentees were still largely unknown.
One of the cooks was August’s chef and co-owner, John Besh. A Marine sergeant in the first Gulf War, he was one of the two or three hottest chefs in town, with a growing national reputation. (He’d been on the cover of Food & Wine magazine, among others.) He’s a good-looking, instantly likable guy and a well-trained, inspired restaurateur.
Besh returned to town soon after the storm, to find his restaurant had sustained little damage. That was a big relief not only to him, but also to people who liked him and his food. On CNN we’d all seen a much-replayed video of a burning building on the same block as August and wondered. During Besh’s first days back, the city was still officially evacuated. A few people had never left town, especially in the French Quarter and the Warehouse District. But most of the people on the streets were military troops. His kitchen crippled by a lack of gas and water, Besh set up a propane burner and made pots of red beans and rice to feed these people, as well as anyone else who drifted by.
When they returned to their kitchens, Besh and other front-line chefs thought that any customers who showed up would be interested only in sustenance. While Besh cooked his beans, Scott Boswell, of the five-star Stella!, grilled hamburgers and sausages on a charcoal grill in his French Quarter courtyard. Bob Iacovone, of the four-star Cuvée, around the corner from August, made meat loaf.
When civilian customers began to return, however, they had different ideas. What the hell is all this?
they wanted to know. What about the gnocchi with the crabmeat and truffles? Where are the oysters and soft-shell crabs? Barbecue shrimp?
The returning diners were also disappointed that the wine lists were attenuated. With power out for weeks, wine-storage-room temperatures (there are no cellars in New Orleans) climbed above a hundred degrees, popping corks from many bottles and cooking the rest. Millions of dollars in wine was lost in the first week of September 2005.
These were not the desires of callous people out of touch with the reality of the disaster. Eighty percent of the city was deeply flooded, and more than 100,000 houses were rendered uninhabitable. That affected nearly everybody. Many of the people who had lived in the flood zones were in a very bad fix, with no place to go, no food, no job, and no resources—but an equally large number of the homeless were in situations better described as extremely inconvenient than life-threatening. Quite a few of the gourmets at August, Stella!, and Cuvée were without a place to live. Some shared homes with friends. Others commuted into town from temporary quarters as far as a hundred miles away. Many of them had to deal with lost businesses and jobs. Yet there they were, dressed up, dining and drinking, smiling and laughing, almost as if nothing had happened.
Almost nobody in New Orleans escaped the crisis entirely. We were all concerned about the condition and future of the city, which at the very least was cause for alarm. Every level of government, local to federal, was dissolving in a swamp of incompetence and shifting blame. But, by God, if we could go out to dinner and find that the essence of living in New Orleans—this eating and drinking like nobody in the world does the way we do—was still there . . . well, then, it might be possible to go on.
So, we went on. And we ate. We ate in grand restaurants like August if that’s what we needed to do to be convinced that the food infrastructure was still sound. Or we ate in raffish old poor boy shops like Mother’s, a block away. Or in our own kitchens (or those of the people who were letting us stay with them), cooking our own red beans and rice, and gumbo. We cooked and ate not just to fill our stomachs, but to live the New Orleans life, eating and drinking with relieved abandon.
The urgent return to New Orleans food cut across all of society’s imaginary lines. Rich to poor, black to white, comfortable to homeless. Most New Orleanians ate the military MREs (meals ready to eat) the FEMA folks vouchsafed us—if only until we could get our hands on some shrimp, a pan, and some kind of cookstove.
Every restaurant that found enough employees (and that was their most vexing problem) was overflowing with customers. And they didn’t seem to care how long the wait was for a table or how limited the menu. They’d just get a drink and get back to telling Katrina tales. People had a lot of time on their hands; many were on furlough from their jobs and had nothing much else to do. Money didn’t seem to be a problem; insurance was coming in, and everybody got a $2,000 check from FEMA. Laissez le bon temps rouler!
THE COUNTER CLICKS
I had an inkling things would go this way about three weeks before. At that time, large sections of the city were still flooded, and a second enormous hurricane—what a sick joke that was!—saw the town reevacuated. I was holed up in a basement in rural Maryland, the guest of an elderly semirelative, who had dial-up Internet service and only one phone; I couldn’t get online until after she went to bed. In one night’s flood of e-mail I came across what seemed an absurd question: Would you send me a list of all the New Orleans restaurants open right now?
Are you kidding?
I wrote back. The whole city is shut down. People aren’t even supposed to be there. The number of restaurants open in New Orleans is zero!
Three more people asked the same question the next night. And more each night after. I figured I’d better check around. Battling through the badly compromised New Orleans phone system, I found out that twenty-two restaurants were somehow back in business. Most were outside the city proper, but a few in the French Quarter and up Magazine Street had opened, too. I posted the list on my Web site and directed the ever-increasing number of inquirers there. Day after day, I added restaurants to the list as I found out about them.
That list—which I called the New Orleans Restaurant Index, and still update daily—captured more attention than anything else I’d ever done. My count of open restaurants is widely quoted in the national and local media and even in mayoral speeches. The city’s main tourism bureau gave me its Hero Award
for it.
And today the Index provides one statistic that never fails to astound: New Orleans has substantially more restaurants now than it did before the hurricane. It seems hard to believe. Unless, of course, you’re one of those who understands what a hungry town New Orleans is.
DELICIOUS GRAVITY
But back to that dinner at Restaurant August. My new friends and I began our dinner with an amuse-bouche from the chef—seared foie gras. Then, fried Florida oysters. (I would, with amazement and lust, eat my first post-storm Louisiana raw oysters a few days later.) Next, the misleadingly named, outrageously over-the-top dish we call barbecue shrimp in New Orleans. John Besh does a particularly good version of them with enormous Louisiana shrimp.
The entrées included mussels with fries, filet mignon with an intense demi-glace sauce, and buttery almond-crusted sautéed sheepshead (an underrated Gulf fish), topped with jumbo lump Louisiana crabmeat. It was all as marvelous as it would have been before the storm. Only two concessions had to be made to the stresses of the moment: We had to use some paper napkins and plastic plates (although most of the meal was on china, with silverware). And the French fries were frozen (the produce truck carrying the fresh potatoes had rolled over a particularly sharp piece of debris—one of millions strewn on the streets—and didn’t make it).
As we did with the other deviations from the norm that we had come to expect in our lives, we laughed these off. How could they diminish the joy of a dinner like this? Or the knowledge that we could find other places to do it again tomorrow? Nobody I saw leaving Restaurant August that night was sporting anything less than a happy countenance.
The people who never had much of a romance with the city in the first place saw nothing but a shocking mess. To them, the idea that food could possibly compensate for the disadvantages of living in that morass was ridiculous. And maybe they’re right. In addition to dangerous hurricanes and precarious levees, New Orleanians must battle with a chronically sluggish economy, a high crime rate, and embarrassingly poor public education. The disenchanted citizens made a good case for leaving forever, and many of them did.
Unfortunately for me, my wife Mary Ann, my son Jude, and my daughter Mary Leigh joined this justifiably disdainful group. They didn’t want to come back from Washington. Jude never really did. What began as a temporary enrollment in a boarding school there became permanent. The Marys came back home for a few months but went back to Washington for many more. They didn’t return permanently to our (undamaged) rural home near Abita Springs until the summer of 2007. And then, begrudgingly.
Although they’re thankful I make a living at it, they can’t understand the delight I take in my work. It requires me to live in New Orleans to pursue it; that diminishes most of its appeal for them. But not for me. I can’t imagine living without my peculiar work. Or living anywhere but New Orleans. Even though, frankly, in the months following Hurricane Katrina I had no idea what value such a frothy, inessential pursuit could have in the distressed city.
Which brings up the question everybody asks me: How did you get a job like that?
The dialogue stops short until I answer. So I’ll get that out of the way in the next chapter.
KATRINA TIMETABLE
From a Culinary Perspective
Sunday, August 28, 2005
People living in the city of New Orleans, most of its suburbs, and the Mississippi Gulf Coast are ordered to evacuate as the storm grows to an almost unimaginable size, with Category 5 winds. Every restaurant in the New Orleans area closes, as highways fill with escaping citizens.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Katrina makes landfall at Category 4 strength, with a storm surge that completely submerges Plaquemines Parish before slamming into the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Winds in excess of a hundred miles per hour are felt throughout the New Orleans area. The wind damage is widespread and very serious. But a worse disaster begins when levees break at several points on the canals leading to the swollen Lake Pontchartrain. During the next two days, the water deepens, until more than 80 percent of the city is flooded—to a depth of more than ten feet in many large areas. It will take more than three weeks to pump all the water out.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
A nearly complete breakdown of federal, state, local, and private services brings chaos, looting, and the stranding of thousands of people. Deaths are in the hundreds. Despite this, many people continue to live in the French Quarter and elsewhere on the high ground near the river. Some chefs and restaurateurs already have emergency cooking centers to feed first responders.
Wednesday, September 7, 2005
The five-star Dakota Restaurant opens in the North Shore suburb of Covington, which had heavy wind damage but no flooding. It is the first major restaurant in the New Orleans area to resume some semblance of normal service. The public water supply in New Orleans is considered unsafe, and gas and electricity are almost entirely out. Nevertheless, some restaurants in New Orleans proper return, in emergency mode. Top chefs Paul Prudhomme, John Besh, Horst Pfeifer, Scott Boswell, Andrea Apuzzo, and others are cooking and serving whatever they can. Emeril Lagasse is organizing other superstar chefs to host dinners around the country to raise millions of dollars to help New Orleans. Drago’s, the major seafood restaurant in the suburb of Metairie, begins giving food to anyone who comes to its doors. It will eventually serve 77,000 free meals.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Ralph Brennan opens Bacco and Red Fish Grill in the French Quarter for nearly full service, even though the public water supply is still regarded as being undrinkable. Bottled water is used for everything. All plates and utensils are disposable. From this experience, the State Department of Health creates guidelines for allowing restaurants to reopen. Restaurants begin to open at the rate of several per day. Even though most residents are still evacuated, restaurant staffs are sparse, and food is difficult to obtain, every open restaurant does all-time-record business.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Antoine’s reopens. America’s oldest continuously operating restaurant, opened in 1840 by the family that still owns it today, Antoine’s main building was so heavily damaged by the storm that it nearly collapsed. Three days later, Galatoire’s—widely considered the most important of the grand old restaurants—opens its doors to a full house.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Mr. B’s reopens after the very difficult